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Fic: May Madness Day 8 - Ante Up
Title: Ante Up
Pairing: Lucius/Severus
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 200
Warnings: ice play, implied ER with mind games
Prompt: “That would be enough.”, ‘need’, and ‘ice play’ from Day 8 of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_may_madness.
A/N: Unbeta'ed. I’ll catch up, then fall behind again, I’m sure :P
Also on AO3
“As if that would be enough,” you had sneered, but now he is making you eat those words. He wants to see you undone, by his hand. He wants you to beg.
It’s ludicrous. The very idea that someone of his background could hold any semblance of power over one such as yourself.
And yet, as he lowers the icy frond once more, trailing it down your sternum, flicking it sharply across your nipple, your resolve wavers. You cannot deny, it is certainly stimulating.
You are decidedly not thrilled by the way his calculating gaze surveys you shrewdly. Nor by the quirk of those lips when you cannot help but quiver under his ministrations. It certainly does not call to mind the many things that skilled mouth can do.
He is getting impatient, now. His tongue licks a hot, wet stripe in the wake of his invention, burning the chilled flesh, tantalising and torturing in equal measure.
You want him to stop. You want more. You want it all, him, and all you can take..
But no, not tonight. You don’t need him; not yet.
If he truly wants you, he will have to do better than a frozen leaf.
Pairing: Lucius/Severus
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 200
Warnings: ice play, implied ER with mind games
Prompt: “That would be enough.”, ‘need’, and ‘ice play’ from Day 8 of
hp_may_madness.A/N: Unbeta'ed. I’ll catch up, then fall behind again, I’m sure :P
Also on AO3
“As if that would be enough,” you had sneered, but now he is making you eat those words. He wants to see you undone, by his hand. He wants you to beg.
It’s ludicrous. The very idea that someone of his background could hold any semblance of power over one such as yourself.
And yet, as he lowers the icy frond once more, trailing it down your sternum, flicking it sharply across your nipple, your resolve wavers. You cannot deny, it is certainly stimulating.
You are decidedly not thrilled by the way his calculating gaze surveys you shrewdly. Nor by the quirk of those lips when you cannot help but quiver under his ministrations. It certainly does not call to mind the many things that skilled mouth can do.
He is getting impatient, now. His tongue licks a hot, wet stripe in the wake of his invention, burning the chilled flesh, tantalising and torturing in equal measure.
You want him to stop. You want more. You want it all, him, and all you can take..
But no, not tonight. You don’t need him; not yet.
If he truly wants you, he will have to do better than a frozen leaf.